Pharaoh's First Love

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“Behave yourself, princess.” He ‘threatened’ at her ear before nipping at her earlobe. “You’ve no idea just how much effort I’ve taken to be a proper pharaoh this afternoon. I miss the way you feel. That warm and supple embrace. The way you taste… the way you moan when your first and only lover’s heart beats inside you.”
He knew exactly what he was starting. He knew teasing her like this would only cause her to behave in such a way. After all she never started it. "A proper pharaoh?" She laughed. It was funny he thought of himself as such. He was a very lewd man intent on making sure she dripped at ever chance she could. With every thought or actual touch, he wanted full control. She knew this.
"I am behaving...my pharaoh. It’s just very difficult to sit still when you taunt me in such a way. Undressing me and having me wear such lustful clothes that you only wish to see me dance in. You scold me for finding delight in being touched so gently."
She pouted. They had time. Plenty of it she was sure before that merchant returned. Of course, if he planned to refuse her...she began to move as if she was going to stand up

A whole store just for allowing him to do as wanted. Or rather see it. "And what do I get if I let you in it? Since a store is what I get for giving you a sight?" She asked. Giving him a little wiggle against his lap. Feeling all, she could of him.
"Of course, I can’t do much with you holding me hostage like this you know."
He loosened his grip as her words actually caused his heart to throb and spike. To think she’d actually say such a thing as ‘And what do I get if I let you in it?’ It was just the right bit of lewdness and such a surprise to hear from her. His breath hitched in his throat before it slowly seeped out as he shut his eyes and imagined sliding within.

“The world.” He said softly, his fingers withdrawing from between her thighs and letting her, if she liked, to bend over for him. Of course, he could give her the world, though in reality she could just save it for next time she truly desired something. For now, he just desired to see her in all her glory.

She stood. Giving a little roll of her hips as she turned for him. Giving him a front view finally. But that wasn’t all.
She leaned close. Her hands on his thighs and slipping up his own 'skirt'. Her lips seizing his as she continued her bold behavior for the 'world'. As she lifted his clothing out the way she made her way back into his lap. Straddling him. "What if I don’t let you see it at all? " she asked. Wondering if her sitting this way might tempt fate a bit more in her favor. It’s not that she wanted the store. But she could use this for later. For something more important.
Calion’s hands moved to rest upon her hips as his eyes shut and he gave his lips over to her and gave a low satisfying groan to feel her take her place in his lap in such a vulnerable way. “Then I dare say you run the risk of teasing your pharaoh to the point he might lose control and give into his desires to see you again. Who knows, instead of sleeping tonight he might just subdue you in bed and take matters into his own hands to witness your glory.”
He drew in her bottom lip the bite upon as he noticeably grew between her thighs, the thick and almost hot to the touch appendage shamelessly pressing against her inner thigh in want. “You should soothe the ‘beast’ before he succumbs to desire and yearning.” Calion suggested to her. Had this been any other day but the funeral she ran the risk of having her hand taken at any time, no matter where they were to be walked off to privacy so that his hunger for her might be satiated.

She leaned her chest to his as her hand once again took hold of his pulsing appendage. Thumb grazing over top before her slender fingers stroked down one side. Her lips kissing his cheek and chin. Determined to offer him a behavior that she felt would only be pleasing to him.
After all she had a role to play. Her kisses lowered along his jaw. To his neck, as her fingers continued to rub and caress upon him. Boldly lifting and pressing closer. Allowing her chest at chin height. With space enough to teasing rub him along the hot and ever-growing wet slit.
This was out of character but not unnoticed that he enjoyed her stirring the pot. And while she often blushed innocently and preferred to be the good girl, she knew, felt, that Calion needed more than that. Otherwise he might as well run to his concubines. Anytime he wanted it. That was the deal. And she needed to ensure she upheld it so perfectly that nothing compared.
She pulled her head back. Moving her strands from his view before her free hand lifted his head from her chest. "Hopefully this can make up for refusing you earlier" she said and sealed his lips with hers again.